I can't remember much about the
dream, but it was set in
high school, although in a dream-warped stage of its surroundings as opposed to the
campus, and featured
real people, a rarity for my dreams. It's surprising to think of how many people whose existence I fairly forget consciously who were bouncing around in my head last night.
Somewhere in the dream someone offered me a drug. I refused, the taste was disgusting. It would have burned out my throat as I threw it up. There were also two attractive Asian women interested in me in the dream that were mere creations of my mind. Weep, weep.
I shall glorify my subconscious, and then kill it. It's teasing me.